If you're wondering...

It. is. cold.

Just cold.

 

Generally, the poem I post each day contains

my observations

from the previous day.

A system that works for me.

 

I know it's early but I'm already having

trouble with the idea

that my impressions of today will be

dominated by flannels and sweatshirts and

hot oatmeal...

 

The birds have taken refuge somewhere out of

the wind.  I wish them well.

The sun is up but is telling the most

shameless lies.

 

It. is. cold.

 

So, I'm enjoying my hot oatmeal

with blueberries.

 

The tantalizing aroma of spinach puffs is moving from

the oven into my office area.

mmmmm

 

When I finish this post it will be time for flannels and a sweatshirt

so I can get to work.

The plan is to prime, paint and hang

the cupboard doors

and to start on the base cabinets.

 

We're making progress.

There are nine boxes of flooring in the back entry.

Walls have changed color.

The railing is gone.

(really gone - I can hear the garbage truck outside right now!)

 

My day is waiting - hope all is well for you...